Writing this as fiction would help allay his fear.
He lay under the bright light with gowned and masked figures hovering at each side. Numbed by a spinal block and beyond caring with the drugs. Oxygen wending its way through tiny tubes into his nostrils.
He tried to focus on time. One hour-fifteen minutes, the doctor had said. He heard the bone saw and knew that part of him was gone forever.
When they moved him onto a gurney, he knew it was only a few hours before he could walk on his new hip and was no longer afraid.
He lay under the bright light with gowned and masked figures hovering at each side. Numbed by a spinal block and beyond caring with the drugs. Oxygen wending its way through tiny tubes into his nostrils.
He tried to focus on time. One hour-fifteen minutes, the doctor had said. He heard the bone saw and knew that part of him was gone forever.
When they moved him onto a gurney, he knew it was only a few hours before he could walk on his new hip and was no longer afraid.
